Chapter Twelve
Damien led his client, Frederick Jensen, up the stairs to the elegant lobby of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. Without looking, he knew Jay was behind Jensen. On top of the stairs, between two silver vases, security had installed a metal detector and a table for receiving firearms from attendees.
While the security officer looked on, Damien unholstered his SIG Sauer P226 from his shoulder holster and ejected the magazine and pulled the slide back, catching the round in the same hand. He pressed down on the decocking lever. He thumbed the ejected round back into the magazine. Satisfied, he handed over his weapon, followed by two more magazines.
The security officer motioned Damien through the metal detector. He was pleased his belt didn’t set it off—and neither did his titanium
